Sunday, May 26, 2013

Drip Dance

For Magpie 170

Ink, black and vivid
drips into the glass
one liquid into another
and then- dance
tendrils of not smoke
but pigment
wisps of ink
snakelike
silklike
swirl and sway
blossom like blood on cloth
like light on water
the ink expands
trails, dancing,
 sinking and floating all at once-
the droplet twists
turns
extending slowly
lazily
a pattern of shadow on light
suspended but not still
never still
drip
drop
dance

8 comments:

  1. I particularly like:

    blossom like blood on cloth
    like light on water
    the ink expands
    trails, dancing,

    and your closing lines.

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  2. "blossom like blood on cloth
    like light on water"

    This line really caught my attention... but the whole poem is full of imagery and awesomeness!

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  3. Love the way you made the ink (and your words) dance!

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  4. You evoke all the senses and weave your words into a beautiful dance. Beautifully written!

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  5. This is divine and your words move sensually like ink =)

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  6. A nice "dance" of words and verbal images.
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  7. Your words captured the image so well in this dance!

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  8. Very nice...this one begs to be read aloud...

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